I Love Those Nights, The Ones She Says Little With Words But Volumes In Non Verbals. In Those Moments,

We have explored a great many things. This is an example of a night that was more than electric. She didn’t want to stop and neither did I.

He opened the door to find her already naked and ready for him. He let it stay like that, making sure should anyone walk by they would see the state she was in.

Slowly, he walked in and let the door close behind him. His eyes moved to hers, holding them as each step brought him closer. Turning until she pressed up against the wall. 

His hands reached out to feel her, to sense the tremble in her body with him so close. “Tonight, you will serve me. But I promise, when you wake in the morning, you will remember every touch, every kiss, every moan that passes your lips.”

She shuddered at the thought and knew he was right.

After it’s all said and done, I just want to feel her. To feel her lay on me, her skin to mine. Feel the beat of her heart against me as my own beats for her. Don’t worry, I produce enough heat to keep her warm.

I try to tell her that I would, then I do and she can’t walk straight. I’m ok taking my time.

How about some controlled undressing?

♥

There are quiet nights. On those nights, our hands find each other to simply connect.

At a party, surrounded by friends, there are still times she can't help herself.

Truth is, neither can I.

Current Mood

Finding her working in her office and giving her a look that tells her what I want. Letting her feel my gaze traveling over her, taking her in, memorizing each and every inch of her. Then walking in, standing her up only to bend her over slowly. Making sure she feels where my hands go. Make sure she feels when I pull her skirt up and peel her panties down. Make sure she feels how much she turns me on in that first press inside.